My baby burns like a Texas cigarette But she soothes like ginger tea Let me in, I'll be your Marlboro cowboy Before you lose me to the wind Oooh, when it comes to caution I'm a king Always turning something into nothing Oooh, it's not a coffin it's a ring I guess I'll meet you back in heaven My lady lies that I'm full of truth She swears it every afternoon She takes my pain away and wakes me every single day Cause she's made of saffron I'm made of clay Oooh, when it comes to caution I'm a king Always turning something into nothing Oooh, it's not a coffin it's a ring I guess I'll meet you back in heaven I been burned like a Texas cigarette And I been ashed out in the cold Let's go for a ride, and we'll find ourselves a highway Marry ourselves to the road Oooh, when it comes to caution I'm a king Always turning something into nothing Oooh, it's not a coffin it's a ring I guess I'll meet you back in heaven